CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE IF NOT FOR THE DARE

　　DAVIS

　　"Is that you?" He asked and turned around to take in her presence. "You always look angelic, won't you sit down and let's talk?"

　　He asked, referring to her dressing and also the grumpy look on her face as she wasn't smiling at all.

　　"Do I look like I came here to sit around and talk?"

　　"Oh come on Grandma, you're already old and you need to sit down else you will get a cramp or something…" he started laughing while signaling his guard to get her something to drink.

　　Grandma Scott sat down burning her hateful eyes into him, "You promised you won't meddle in my business ever again."

　　He smirked, "Promise? I did."he nodded his head and dropping his cigarette on the table.

　　"Then why did you break it? Why did you attack my grandson?"

　　"You mean your naughty and rude grandson?" He asked and then chuckled, "Come on Grandma, I just wanted to clip his wings a little. He's growing to become a nuisance just like his father."

　　"He didn't do anything to you!"